Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Imogen

Bones inside dicks was not a sexy idea, but the reality? I was still trying to work that out. Just as I thought, I felt the stretch as he thrust up into me, but right now I craved it. Every sensation felt somehow more. More pleasure, more needy, and so I moved then, reaching for just that. Rising up was hard, as if a suction was created between us, keeping Asher right where he was, but as I reached the end of his length, it eased up enough for me to come crashing back down again.

Damn.

Part of me was all aflutter about the idea of fated mates, and the other rolled her eyes, knowing no man would ever reach those peaks, but Asher? He seemed proportioned perfectly to hit my G-spot with every stroke. The pleasure was deeper, harder, more diffuse and yet more overwhelming, exploding each time we crashed together.

Then Kyle slid behind me.

I felt his body, then his hands, sliding up my ribcage and forcing my body back against his before his hands covered my breasts. My head rolled on my shoulders, my mouth seeking his. He sucked down each pant, every moan, muffling the lot of them as I began to move faster. I needed Asher deeper, harder, faster, some terrible tide stirred with each stroke, rising high enough to overwhelm me, but I was helpless to stop, right up until Lucas took possession of my jaw, turning it his way.

"And how does it feel now?" he asked in a low raspy voice. "Not so frightening?"

"More," I whispered. "I need more."

The two of them felt like they melted away, becoming disembodied hands that swept over my body, teasing nipples, flicking my clit, but it was the friction inside me that had my attention. My hips shifted restlessly, changing the angle over and over, seeking something, until Asher grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. He'd been humouring my attempts, and now he was taking over.

There was no mistaking him for human. All the softness was stripped from his face, the angles growing harsher by the moment. Well, except for his eyes. They were wide open and staring straight into my soul, just a little fear there that was a friend to my own. We were working this out together, I realised. I'd never done this with a bear shifter, and he'd never had sex with anyone else before. On and on he thrust, until my nails dug into his back.

"Asher—"

"I know."

I was scooped up, held close as he went back on his heels, never stopping for a second. We bounced together until the pleasure spiked hard inside me. Beautiful prickles of golden light filled my body, setting every nerve ending alight, and that would've been a perfectly lovely way to end things.

But Asher wasn't satisfied.

"Every time you clamp down on me, you work my baculum free," he growled. "Until I can't hold back anymore. Tell me you don't need that self-restraint. Tell me you need me, all of me."

"God, yes," I panted, clinging to his shoulders as I met him stroke for stroke, until something stopped us cold.

If I thought I knew pleasure before, that now changed. Something shifted inside him, jutting out and then digging right in, dragging a scream from me. Ragged and broken, it told the whole room what I was feeling.

"You're OK?" Kyle loomed over Asher's shoulder. "Fuck, tell me you're OK, Imogen."

"Not OK." I laughed then at my own cowardice, the idiotic fear that would've had me missing out on this. "So much better than that."

I couldn't manage any other words as Asher's strokes shifted from hard and brutal to much shorter, gentle ones that sent great ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body.

Honestly, I may have passed out just a little. I couldn't see, hear anything, just this. Just him, just us. I gripped Asher's shoulders as I came back to myself, clawing at him to get closer.

"Perfect. I feel perfectly amazing."

"Because you are to us," Asher growled, all that hard exterior well and truly cracked open.

I'm not sure if he realised, but I saw past the mask then. Something vulnerable, something so very intense he was terrified he'd exhaust everyone around him in his need for more. That hunger was a twin of my own, and for a moment I just witnessed that. Nodding, I made clear I felt just the same. But he was not the only mate I had, so that's why my head rolled backwards.

"Does your baculum engage when you get head, because that seems kinda scary," I asked Kyle.

"No, not anywhere else but inside you." His lopsided smile had me grinning along with him. "It's a mating thing, I think."

"Maybe you need to demonstrate, just to make sure," I suggested.

"You want…?" he asked.

"That's pretty clear," Lucas drawled, "and if you're not keen, get the fuck out of the way." His eyes when they met mine were full of heated knowledge. "Imogen's throat feels so fucking good."

"You gave him head as well?" Kyle grumped, right as his hands went to his jeans. The sound of his zip being jerked down was music to my ears. With a sigh, Asher eased me backwards so my head hung off the end of the bed, his kisses slow and lazy now down my throat. But it was Kyle that caught my eye because as soon as he had his cock out, mine widened.

"Jesus…"

Kyle looked down in concern, then shot me a smug smile when he realised why. Each one of them was blessed, but the penis fairy had been especially kind to him. Even thicker than the other two and longer, I admit I wondered if I'd bitten off more than I could chew.

"I… hope you don't want me to deep throat that thing," I said.

"I just want you, Imogen," he told me, not moving closer until I waved him forward. "In anyway… fuck."

I licked the bulbous head, his foreskin already retracted, the skin red and angry looking. His hiss of pleasure was everything.

Well, almost.

My injured hand went very carefully around Kyle's base, but Lucas? I reached out blindly for him, my mate helpfully moving closer so I could pull his cock free and that's when I felt an incredible sense of completeness.

My books had built sex up in my head, ill preparing me for the clumsy, messy, largely unsatisfactory nature of real sex, so this moment was like coming home. Realising something you thought you'd never have was possible. That I could be sucking one dick and working another as Asher started to shift slightly inside me, provoking more pleasure, but it was more than who was doing what to who. It was the fact that this felt so damn right. Fated, preordained, whatever. I couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else but in their arms, and the fact I wouldn't have to was what filled me with another kind of joy. One that carried me through their orgasms and mine, until everyone collapsed onto the bed.

"Bloody hell, I'm never moving again," Kyle gasped, pulling me half onto his chest.

"I am. The considerate thing is to help clean our girl up afterwards," Lucas chided. He returned with a hand towel and very carefully cleaned me up.

"You're not sore?" Vigilant Asher was back in the room, moving to meet my heavily lidded gaze.

"Oh, I'm sore alright." His frown had me pulling him down beside me. "Because that's what happens when you get good dick. You rub me a little raw." His frown got deeper. "Just enough to leave me feeling you afterwards." I stroked my fingers through his hair and his eyes half closed for a second from pleasure. "Don't worry, it's a good thing. It's like I'll carry the impression of you throughout the day, feeling the ghost of you when I'm working in the kitchen."

"Not today," he growled, pinning me to the bed as he slid in next to me. "You feel me? It's because I'm right beside you. I made sure the catering company has all the meals covered today."

"Because you assumed we'd be having sex?" I asked, but I was already half asleep. Kyle was stroking my hair and Lucas had placed my feet on his stomach, massaging them as he laid across the bed.

"Because I wanted us to spend the day together as a sleuth."

I went to roll towards him, but Kyle pulled me close, moving both of us so we lay on our sides. He pressed kisses into the nape of my neck as I stared sleepily at Asher.

"We'll have lots of days," I assured him as I grabbed his hand. "Lots and lots. Now, if you're going to enter my dreams, keep it low key. No bad guys in forests. No crazy dream sex."

"Dream. Sex?" Kyle asked.

I heard them as they discussed this in low voices, but only a little. They might have me pinned down, but sleep was coming for me, ready or not. It felt like I'd been waiting my whole life for a moment to truly relax, and now I had it, nothing would stop me.

But Phil Jackson had other ideas.